I write, I've always written. A lot has happened in 60 years, and I could easily spend my days just writing. A lot of these amazing adventures would have never come to pass if I did that exclusively though. 20 or so odd years ago when I decided to start keeping digital journals I never really thought much about why.
My choice at the time came about because a lot of old work that I had was starting to fade and after a few life altering events, I came to the conclusion that, while I have a fondness for old books, paper, and the written word, all it takes is misplacing them in storage or some dark god-sent deluge to wipe it all away. It became important to me to find some way to save these things.
In here you will find light and darkness, love and hatred. I am immortal, yet human by the skein woven fate imposed on all of us for now. My heart and thoughts are kept in a jumbled mass on this desk and I cannot give you the means to understand, accept or even judge what you see. It’s just here to expose my heart for the things I hold within it. Nothing more.
“Walk With Me…”
“Step back in time, when fires lit the night, tribal drums beat to the yearning of our primal selves, and art, was truly a reflection of the soul.”
“Historic Origins was in part, born of my desire to share the beauty I found in earlier forms of art- art that is slowly being lost in the mainstream of today's social turbulence.”
“Close your eyes. Imagine the faint smell of a wood fire, and a gentle breeze. Water trickling over a stone from a nearby stream, mists of the morning still linger as you rise. Last night, the gods spoke to you, and they conjured vision of tree, bird, water, and earth. Your hands are the tools that your mind opens to you.”
“Breathe, feel.”
